Magus Supremacy - Chapter 668
Capítulo 668: Who sent the letter?
CHAPTER 668
“That can’t be Yami, he hasn’t been home for a week and a half now.”
Grey blinked, his ears twitching as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.
“Wait, what?!”
“Yes.” Millie nodded immediately, agreeing with her mother’s words.
“Dad hasn’t been home for days now after he got taken away by one uncle.”
“Wait,” Grey muttered softly as he stared at the females.
“He got taken by one uncle? What are you even talking about?” He asked before slowly turning towards Clarice.
“What is she talking about exactly?”
Clarice simply sighed. She shook her head with visible frustration.
“I can’t tell you anything, just like Yami said earlier, unless you regain memories of who you truly are, we cannot tell you anything about us.”
“Huh?” Grey mumbled slowly, his hands squeezing tightly in irritation.
“But yes, just know that he is in safe hands. Those that took him will not harm him… I hope.” She whispered the last part under her breath, barely audible.
Grey’s eyes sharpened.
“If he is in safe hands, why then did he send me a letter claiming he was in danger?” He clapped back sharply, his brows pulled together.
Vanessa stepped forward, confusion evident on her face.
“You keep mentioning a letter. What is that all about?”
Grey exhaled deeply, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the crumpled paper.
“This is what I’m talking about.”
Clarice swiftly snatched the paper from his hand. Vanessa leaned forward, stretching her neck to peek at it.
“Let me see, let me see.” Millie blurted out, jumping repeatedly as she tried to get a look at the content.
The two older females read silently, eyes scanning every line. After a few moments, they both froze.
Vanessa slowly lifted her head to stare at the mage.
“This isn’t dad’s handwriting. He did not write this.”
Grey’s heart skipped a beat the moment he heard that. His brow lifted in bewilderment.
“What do you mean? Then who sent me the letter telling me to hurry here?”
Clarice tightened her grip on the letter. Her head shook slowly as she kept staring at the paper again and again, as if the ink concealed a hidden truth.
“Something is wrong here. Something feels very off.” She whispered, her tone heavy and tense.
She abruptly lifted her head to face Grey.
“Di…did Yami teach you a certain technique? A breathing technique.”
Grey lifted an eyebrow in confusion, then nodded, confirming her suspicion.
Clarice trembled lightly.
“Di…did you perhaps use it inside the academy?”
“Yes? Why does that matter?” Grey asked with deeper confusion.
Clarice gasped, her fingers shaking.
“Damn it, damn it! This is very bad. Did they…did they notice it already?”
“They? Who exactly is ‘they’?” Grey demanded. “What is going on here?”
Clarice opened her mouth to reply, but Vanessa suddenly snatched the letter out of her hand and read through it again with sharper attention.
“Mom, I do not think it is them.”
Clarice paused and blinked.
“Huh? What do you mean by that?”
Vanessa pointed at a particular line written in the letter.
“Look here. According to what dad told us before, those people have an imitator. Someone specially trained to write letters for them. The person can copy anybody’s handwriting once they have seen it before.
The whole point is to deceive enemies. And the same imitator has been doing this kind of job for years, so there is no way they would suddenly replace him or change his writing pattern.”
“Yes?” Clarice murmured with furrowed brows as Grey leaned forward to see what they were pointing at.
“But here, in this part, it says: Hence I decided to send you a letter hoping it would reach you. I know that you are not biologically part of our family, but I still consider you a son to me.
Which is why, Grey, please come back home as fast and as soon as possible. I’m in some deep trouble.” She read aloud from the letter.
“Okay? Your point exactly?” Grey asked, his brows raised in slight irritation mixed with curiosity.
Vanessa lifted her head, scanning the room with a serious look.
“We all know that even if dad is battling gods that could definitely kill him, or if he is trapped in the deepest, most unreachable parts of the ocean, he would never ask for help. Not ever. He will always try his absolute best to find a solution on his own, no matter how dire the situation.”
“I know that already. Get to the point,” Grey frowned, his patience thinning slightly.
“But this letter is written in a way that clearly requests your help. Dad would never write something like that, and the imitator would never add such a thing either.”
Vanessa paused to let her words sink in, her green eyes serious.
“Doesn’t that mean that someone else sent this? Someone aside from dad and the people we are talking about?”
Clarice froze, her eyes wide as confusion clouded her expression. Grey felt his chest tighten and his heart pounding loudly against his ribs.
“If…if…if Yami sir or these people didn’t send it, then who summoned me here?” he whispered, his voice low but tense.
Millie was about to ask something, but in a flash, Grey’s ears twitched sharply.
He wasted no time shutting his eyes abruptly, stunning the females in the room. The sudden movement sent a wave of unease through them.
After a few seconds, he snapped his eyes back open and crouched down with precise speed.
Lightning began crackling around his fingers, arcs dancing violently and illuminating the room with blinding flashes, causing both older and younger females to take a step back, a mixture of amazement and dread written across their faces.
“Grey, what’s… what’s that? What’s happening?” Clarice asked, her throat dry, voice trembling as she gulped audibly.
Grey did not answer.
Instead, he slammed his crackling hands onto the wooden floor.
A powerful wave of electricity snaked outward, thrumming violently through the house.
Sparks bounced across walls and floors, following pathways to the windows and shooting outward as he maintained complete control.
They began snaking through the house, sparking and crackling, while the mage kept his eyes closed, rising from his crouched position with deliberate calm.
“Mum… What’s wrong with brother Grey?” Millie asked nervously, her small frame pressed against the floor as she looked up at him.
Grey’s eyes snapped wide open in a flash, the irises burning with shock and intensity. His heart leapt as if it tried to escape his chest.
“Get down now!” Grey shouted, yanking Millie close to him and ducking low.
Clarice’s reflexes were equally quick.
She grabbed Vanessa, pulling her down to the ground as the warning echoed through the room.
Right on cue, immense fireballs suddenly erupted through the house, crashing in from the windows.
Every corner where light once streamed in was shattered by blasts of flaming projectiles, each one colliding in the center of the room with thunderous force.
The explosions sent a heavy gust of wind outward, rattling the house violently, shaking it like a small earthquake.
The younger girls screamed, their lungs straining in fright.
Grey and Clarice kept them low, pressed flat against the floor, feeling the heat and vibration of the fireballs as they continuously invaded the space, the smell of burning wood and scorched air filling the room.
Each explosion shook the ceiling above them, sending small debris falling, while the continuous barrage threatened to tear the house apart.
The chaos raged around them as the family huddled together, staying as low as possible.